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- Previously on
"The Family Business"...

- Who is she,
and where did she come from?

- Tie her up.

- I'm sorry to say,
Ms. Duncan, he didn't make it.

- That's a body bag.
Alejandro's alive.

- I was told there
were bodies everywhere.

- Yeah. Just not the Duncans.

- Orlando Duncan made it
very clear that he was ready

to go to war for his family,

and that is not something
to be taken lightly.

- I suppose you want
to talk to Snow.

He's dead, just like
you're gonna be.

- Shut down all production
of HEAT.

I don't want a joint, tab,
or pill delivered

until we have Sasha back.

- My name is Brother Samuel.

If Brother Elijah doesn't get
what we need soon,

you're gonna have
to deal with me.

- No.

- Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.

You'll be missed, my brother.

Sorry to bury you
like this, bro.

But if we would have given you
the burial that you deserve,

it would have made us
sitting ducks for the people

that did this to you.

But I promise you
we gonna find them.

Payback is a motherfucker.

All right.

I want everything

shut down and locked up.

Now.

I promise you, we gonna find
these motherfuckers.

This is for you.

Okay.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

this lab is officially closed.

- You can't shut us down.

The only one
who can shut us down is--

- Me.

Sorry for the inconvenience,
folks.

But we're shutting
down this lab.

Temporarily.
For maintenance.

Hopefully, we'll have it up
and running in the next

week and a half or so.

But until then,
this gentleman on my left

will provide you with enough
cash for you and your families

until we can get you
back to work.

Please, help yourselves.

- So, O, aren't you concerned
that these people might try

and duplicate the product?
- Nah.

We got six of these labs
across the tri-state area.

This is just
the finishing facility.

We keep all the labs separated
for a reason.

You can't complete
the procedure to making HEAT

without all
the six chemical components.

See, only Pop, Harris, me,
and now you know

where those labs
and holding facilities are.

So...

welcome to the big leagues,
little bro.

- Brilliant.

- Our stock
is doing very well.

Father would be happy.

Our investment in tech
is paying off.

- Mr. Lee,
Mr. Duncan told me

to personally
hand-deliver this to you.

- Is this some kind of joke?

- Mr. Duncan doesn't joke.

- No, he does not.

Tell him we will see him
tomorrow.

- Sorry about yesterday.

Wendell's was closed.

- What is this?

- Your wings.

- Had them make them
exactly like you asked,

with the coconut oil,
even though the owner

of the place
looked at me a little strange.

- They always do that.

You know these
are my favorite, right?

You're nice.

- I'm not always nice.

I'd really hate for you

to have to see
that other side of me.

But I'm getting
a lot of pressure

from Brother Xavier and Samuel

to become more physical
with you.

If you don't tell us
what we want to know soon,

things could get a little ugly.

- Have a seat.

Not hungry?

You're gonna love it.
You're gonna love it.

- It's good.
- Yeah.

- Good.
- Told you.

Make you want
to slap your mama.

What's the story with you
and Brother Xavier?

How long have
you been following him?

- When I was 17,
I walked into a corner store.

Was getting a soda
and some chips.

I was celebrating,
because I just found out

that I received an academic
scholarship to FAMU

down in Florida.

- That's a good school.
- Great school.

As I stepped out of the store,

the cops were conducting
a drug raid on the block.

Should have seen it.

Everybody was running.

Everybody.

Everybody except me.

I didn't think I had to run.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I mean, I don't sell drugs.

I--I was just coming home
from school.

- Oh, my God.

They arrested you, didn't they?

- Yeah.

They arrested me and charged me

with every bag
the drug boys dropped.

- Well, didn't you
have a lawyer?

Yeah.
Yeah, I had a legal aid.

A guy that convinced my mama
to convince me to take a plea

and do a three-year bid
for a crime I did not commit.

Yeah.

- That's horrible.

I'm so sorry.

- Eh.

It's because of that incident

that I met Brother Xavier.

He saved my life.
Literally.

While I was in prison,

he stopped five guys
from trying to rape me.

Introduced me
to The Brotherhood.

He taught me how to be a man.

So...

because of that,
I will be eternally grateful

and loyal to him.

- I get it now.

- What's this?

You tell your boss
I warned him about this.

- Papa. D.J.

- Señor Cruz.

- Faithful, faithful D.J.

Must be important for Duncan

to send you all
the way to Mexico.

Qué pasa?
What's going on?

- Family business.

- What is this?

- I don't know.

I was told
to hand-deliver it to you

and wait for your response.

- Papa, what is it?

- The Duncans have cut off
all of our shipments.

They request my presence
in New York City.

- Who are they to demand
anything from us?

- Good morning.

Morning.

- I thought
that you might want...

something different
for breakfast.

So I brought...

- Eggs and turkey bacon.

My personal favorite.

- Okay.

- I also thought
you might enjoy this.

Wait.

Bismillah.

- You seem uneasy.

- I have a lot on my mind.

- Brother Samuel?

- Why would you ask that?

- He came by last night
to introduce his self.

He said that if I didn't start
talking to you

he would handle me himself.

Is it true?

Is he taking over my care?

- It is being debated.
Yes.

- And what does
that mean for me?

- Brother Samuel isn't pleased

with the way
I've been handling you.

He believes
you should be punished

until you tell us
what we need to know.

- What do you need to know?

- Tell me your name, Sasha,

and why you are here.

- I told you my name, Elijah.

My name is Sasha.
I'm a journalist.

I'm doing a story on Brother X
and his escape from prison.

- And I've told you
I don't believe you.

Neither do the brothers.

Now tell me your last name.

And what news outlet
do you work for?

I need to confirm
what you're saying.

- I work for various
organizations, okay?

And I can't tell you
my last name.

You know that that will
put my family in jeopardy.

- Why?

Why are you making this
so difficult?

- I'm not.

But what you're doing,

you are making an article
into a book.

And I have a name
for it already.

"Inside The
An Exposé."

Hmm?

- You want to know
what it would mean

if Brother Samuel
took over your care?

I'll tell you.

Brother Xavier
has placed his faith in me.

But that faith
is dwindling, fast.

The longer it takes

for me to get the information
from you that we need,

the more he becomes
of the same mindset

as Brother Samuel.

And I promise you
it is not going to be good.

For you.

- You sound scared of him.

- No. I'm not.

But you should be.

Brother Samuel
is not like other Muslim--

- I am not talking
about Brother Samuel.

I'm talking
about Brother Xavier.

You're afraid of him,
aren't you?

- I think we all should be.

- Oh, God...

Yeah.
That's what's up.

Oh, God.
Yes.

Yes.

Okay, why the hell
did you stop?

- Now, who the fuck
might you be?

- Not important.

- Thank you.

- You got to be fucking
kidding me.

Is this for real?

They can't fucking
do this to me.

- It's already done.
- Sebastian.

- Get your big ass back here.

- Sit down.

- Aw, shit.

- Hey, Ma. Pa.

- What's up, O?

- We are shut down
and locked down.

HEAT is officially
off the market.

- Yeah, and the natives are
definitely getting restless,

that's for sure.

I got folks from all over
the country

just blowing my phone up,

trying to find out when
they can re-up their supply.

In fact, the only major player
we haven't heard from

at this point is Bernie.
- Hmm.

- At all?
- Nah. Not a peep.

- He's probably pissed
about us canceling his order.

- You want me to give him
a call,

maybe smooth things out?

- No.

He should be at the meeting
this afternoon.

We'll take his temperature
then.

Bernie will fall into line.

He needs the product as much
as anyone, if not more.

- Okay, guys.
Enough with this HEAT shit.

Have you heard anything
about Sasha?

- No.
I just hope she's still alive.

- She's alive. I know it.

Have you heard back
from Brother Minister?

- I passed on the message,
just the way you asked.

He should be there,
along with everybody else,

for the meeting.

- Good.

Now, you gentleman
go stir the pot

while Mama Chippy
cooks the damn goose.

- All right.

- Welcome.

I want to thank you all
for coming,

especially you, Señor Cruz.

I know just how far
you've traveled.

- Hey, it's family business.

I would have walked,
if I could have, huh?

- I see we're all here.

Everyone except Bernie.

- Bernie's of no fucking
concern to me.

All I want to know

is when the fuck
you gonna let us re-up.

- I'm sorry,
I can't answer that,

Sebastian, right now.

My family has a big problem,
and we have no plans

to produce HEAT
in the foreseeable future,

until that problem
has been eradicated.

- What the fuck do you mean
"foreseeable future"?

I keep telling y'all
I got a business to run.

I need more HEAT.

- You better sit
your punk ass down

before I sit you down.

It's okay, son.

We're all a little frustrated.

But as a fellow member
of the table, Sebastian,

I think you at least
want to hear me out,

know what our problem is.

- I could give a shit.

- Cálmate,
before I roll over there

and put my trademarks
on your face.

This big problem you now have
is now my big problem.

We're a family, so por favor,

please, tell us,
what is this big problem

that weighs heavy
on your familia?

I'll take care of it myself.

Perhaps we can all help you.

- We're at war

with a group calling itself
The Brotherhood.

- Wait a minute.

Are you talking about
the Black Muslims,

run by Brother Minister,
the teacher?

Is that who
you're talking about?

- No.
It's a splinter group.

They're radical.

You may have heard
of their leader, Brother X.

He was just in the news
for escaping prison.

- We know of him.
We use his service.

His people
are excellent killers.

But I don't understand.

Xavier and his men
are very honorable.

- Maybe in the past.

But this is more personal
than it is business.

- You think we're stupid?

I'd say it's personal

when a man fucks another man's
wife, wouldn't you?

- What are we missing here,
Sebastian?

- What they're not telling you

is that his son, Junior,

has been having an affair

with the wife of the leader
of The Brotherhood.

And by their interpretation
of Islamic Law,

I believe
that's punishable by death.

- Listen up, everybody.

We tried to resolve this
amicably.

But X and his followers
made an attempt

on my mother's
and my father's lives

while we were under
the agreement of a truce

set by Brother Minister
himself.

And on top of that,
they have my cousin Sasha

and are holding her
for prisoner.

Now, if you want to call
that honorable, so be it.

But until this situation
is rectified...

No, not a drop,

not a pill of HEAT

is gonna be produced
by the Duncan family, period.

- Here we go again.
- Orlando has a point.

Nobody should
be making an attempt

on Mr. and Mrs. Duncan's life
on our watch.

Don, my drink, por favor.

A toast, to family business.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Sebastian.

Leaving so soon?
You got a problem?

- I'm a lover, not a fighter.

So you Neanderthals want to
wipe each other out, so be it,

but I got options.

Y'all don't.

- Family business.

- Family business.

- Brandy.

I've shut this lab down.
What are you doing here?

- I'm leaving.

I'm just grabbing
the last of my things.

I guess that's it.

- Listen.

I know this was unexpected
and inconvenient.

But I promise you,
it's only temporary,

and you will be compensated
above and beyond

what you've already been given.

- Orlando, it's not
about the money.

I don't work here for the pay.

I graduated top ten
in my class at John Hopkins.

You already know that.
- Mm-hmm.

- I could make more money
elsewhere.

I enjoy working here because
I love working with someone

who's just as passionate
about this shit as I am.

Creating something
scientifically

that makes people feel good.

There's something about taking
the most basic ingredients

and formulating them together,
exactly the right way,

until you develop
something...magical.

Yeah.

Chemistry.
- Chemistry.

- Mm.

I agree with you.

But like I said before,

my family and I
frown upon fraternization

between and with employees.

- Turns out I was
just furloughed, remember?

So technically, I'm no longer
an employee, right?

- Right.

Right.

- Mr. Duncan,
you have a visitor.

- Of course.
I've been expecting him.

You guys, give us a second.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, I had a feeling

you'd come see me
when I heard you were in town.

- Don't patronize me, Rio.

Your brother's an ass,
and so are you.

You knew they were
shutting down HEAT?

- I just found out last night.

And you're not the only one.
We shut everyone down.

- I am not everyone.

At least I thought I wasn't.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I did. I called you.
You didn't answer.

- That motherfucking
brother of yours

is putting pressure
on my whole operation.

Not to mention my contacts
in Europe.

You talk to your daddy
about me yet?

'Cause I'm gonna need him
to step in on this shit.

- No, now is not the time

to talk to him or Orlando
about anything drug-related.

- You are fucking
killing me, Rio.

You know that?
You're fucking killing me.

I thought you said I didn't
have anything to worry about.

I thought you said you got me.

- I do got you.

Don't worry.
Just trust me.

- Holy shit.

This for me?

- Yeah.
Told you, I got you.

But don't tell anybody
about this.

Keep this on the low,
'cause if my family finds out

I'm doing this,
they'll kill me.

- Don't worry.

Your secret's safe with me.

Besides...

I'm worth it, pretty boy.

- All right, my beauties,
we have about an hour

to get ready
before the lunch crowd,

and you know it's Friday.

Gonna be a lot of excited men
walking through those doors.

So let's get ready, okay?
Let's get dressed.

You are never going to guess
who's come to visit.

- Don't you tell me
Michael Diamond.

Heavens, no.

Even I know not to let him in
this early.

- Okay.
- It's a surprise.

- All right.

Wait, who is this
mystery guest?

- You'll see.

- Ugh, Lola,
will you do me a favor

and help Nicole
with the door today?

Okay. Thanks, honey.

Ruby.

- Miss Kim.
- Oh, hi!

Oh, it's so good to see you.
How have you been?

- I'm good.
I've been back and forth

between Jamaica and Europe
the past year.

- Oh, well, look at you,
you world traveler.

What brings you back here
to New York?

- Actually, you, Kim.
- Me?

- Mm-hmm.

I want to introduce you
to someone.

A colleague of mine
who might change your life

the way she changed mine.
- Hmm.

- Can you go and get my friend
from up front?

- Of course.

- Wait a minute, what exactly
have you been up to?

- Well, I'm a newlywed.
- Oh, so I heard.

Oh, honey, so I heard.
And I heard you had a baby.

- I take it you've been
talking to Orlando.

- Well, yeah, he has asked
about you more than once.

You know he loves you, Ruby.

- Orlando Duncan doesn't know
how to love, Miss Kim.

Trust me on that.

- Hey, Kim.

Who? Ruby?

Where is she? Keep her there.
I'm on my way right now.

Well, where the hell
did she go?

And why didn't you call me
while she was still there?

All right.
Good looking out.

Yeah.
Thanks for calling.

All right.
I'll stop by later.

Shit.

- Oh, you're dressed.

- Yeah.
I got to go to work.

- Wait, you're leaving?

- I just said
I got to go to work.

- Got to go to work,
or you got to get to Ruby?

- What were you doing,
listening to my phone calls?

- No, you were talking oud
enough that I overheard

everything that you said.

- Yeah, well,
I got a lot going on.

- I can tell.

- I'll call you later.

- Mom.

Mom.

- What?

Now is not the time

to try to explain your way
out of things, Paris.

- I know, Mom.

I just--I really need
to talk to you.

Is this about Sasha?

- Partly.

But it's also about me.

I've been thinking
about moving.

To Europe.

- Paris, do you realize
how crazy this sounds?

I mean, with everything
going on right now,

do you think this
is the right time

to be gallivanting overseas?

- Mom.

Kennedy is dead.

Sasha is missing.

Do you realize
how selfish you sound?

- How am I selfish?

Huh?
I mean, Junior is gone,

and he's the reasons
why any of this

is even happening,
but I'm selfish.

- You're damn right,

and you are not blameless
in this, Missy.

Orlando said that he told you
and Sasha

to leave Brother X's house.

And I know you well enough
to know that it was probably

you that decided
not to follow instructions.

Weren't you?

- Yeah. I was.

I was wrong.

And I know I was.

That is partly the reason
why I want to get out of here

after we save Sasha.

Mom, my mind
is all over the place.

And I keep making
the wrong decisions.

- Well, it's nice to finally

see you taking responsibility
for a change.

Something new.

Maybe a change of scenery
is exactly what you need.

- Does that mean I can go?

- I'll talk to your father.

He's not gonna like it.

But you are not leaving
until your brother's back

and Sasha's found.

We need you to stay here

to help us deal with this
as a family.

You hear me?

- Of course.
Yes, ma'am.

- All right.

- It's been a long time.
I heard you were dead.

- Heard the same about you.

I guess we both
heard wrong, huh?

It's good to see you,
little sister.

- Better to see you,
big brother.

- I was told that you refused
to work for Consuela

when you were asked.

So does that mean
you work for me still?

- Siempre.
- That's good to know.

I've got
an important job for you.

- Who do I have to kill?
- Nobody right now.

I want you to find my wife.

I want to know
everything she does.

- Well, she's on
the East Coast.

That much, I'm sure of.

- Do you know where?

- No, but there is something
you should know.

- Yeah, what's that?

Dime.

- Consuela has
a 15-year-old son.

You're not the father.

- When was that?

- Good?

- It's amazing.

Carl Weber really knows how to
keep me on the edge of my seat.

- It must be good.

I gave it to you this morning
and you're already finished.

- I like reading.

Up until the day my dad died,
we exchanged books.

It was the one thing

that we shared
that my mom couldn't ruin.

- That's good.

Fathers should be close
to their daughters.

- We were.

I mean, it wasn't
all fun and games.

While other kids were playing
with dolls and video games,

he made me read
Sun Tzu's "Art of War."

- Ah, "The Art of War."

I know it well.

Your father must have been
an impressive man.

- I think so.

You kind of remind me of him.

- Me? How?

- You're street smart, but
you're not from the streets.

You're a gentleman,
but you're also fearless.

He was like that.
My daddy didn't take no shit.

He was so loyal.
Like you.

- You're nothing like any
woman I've ever met before.

- You're not like most men.

I just mean, like...

I'm your captive,

and you treat me
with great respect.

You went out of your way
to get this book,

and you bring me
my favorite meal every day.

Who does that?

- Women should be cared for.

The Quran teaches us that.

- Brother Elijah.

Brother Xavier would like
to speak to you.

- I've enjoyed this.

I look forward to finishing
this conversation.

- Ms. Duncan, the man you were
expecting has arrived.

- Thank you, Rob.

- Charlotte, it's good
to see you again.

- I wish I could say the same,
Brother Minister.

Have a seat.

I received word from Orlando

that your husband wanted
to speak to me.

- No, Brother Minister,

that was me
who wanted to speak to you.

I don't understand.

Why would you want
to speak to me?

- To hear you apologize
for Brother X

breaking the truce,

and to find out how you plan
on making things right.

- Well, hmm, well, perhaps
I should talk to your husband

or your son about that.

- No, you're talking
to the right person.

You did come to apologize,
didn't you?

- Yes, but--
- But nothin'.

You know what?

Fuck your apology.

The only thing
I want from you right now

is to tell me,
where the fuck is Brother X?

- I do not know
his whereabouts,

but I can assure you

I have everyone within my power
searching for him.

- Well, search harder, damn it.

I mean,
it's the least you can do,

considering that your
so-called truce

almost got me
and my husband killed.

- I did not mean for that
to happen, Charlotte,

and I don't understand

why Xavier would break
his word like this.

- He did,

and now he has my niece,
and I want her back.

- Xavier has your niece?

Well, this is news to me.

I didn't know
that he had taken hostages.

- And because of that,

a whole lot of innocent
Black men are gonna die.

I mean, good men
who remain loyal to a man

who went back on his word
to us,

dishonored you and his faith.

I mean, men who are teachers
and fathers

and brothers and mentors
are gonna lose their lives

because of a man
that you support.

- This is not the fault
of these men nor I.

This is all
Brother Xavier's doing.

You don't understand.

- No, you don't understand,
Brother Minister.

Now, my husband and my son
have sat down

with the heads of the Russians,

the Italians,
the Jews,

the Cubans, the Mexicans,
and the Asians,

and a whole host
of organizations...

to end The Brotherhood.

Now, either you can
do something about it,

or you can step
the fuck out of the way...

'cause Brother Minister,

we are at goddamn war.